What about you? - 22

Chapter 22

Mason found that there were far too many doors to lock, but it was a good job he’d checked, because so many were unlocked. Finally climbing the stairs he realised he had no idea where Kate’s room was. Groaning at his lack of planning, normally he was super organised, he rued the effect Kate was having on his ability to function. Taking the last few steps two at a time, he stood in the hallway. There were two wings in the house, and he knew that his room along with Peter’s were to the right.  Kate had said hers was away from the family, so he turned left. It was only then he spotted one of her heeled shoes in the centre of the hallway.

Shaking his head at the audacity, he scooped to pick it up, before spotting the matching pair a few steps further along. When he saw what looked like a sheer hold-up a few paces further, he felt the whole of his body zing, the electric current that he associated with touching her was here already, apprehensive and waiting. This was going to be explosive, he could tell, and his body tightened in anticipation. By the time he reached the only door that was ajar, he had the shoes, two stockings and the crocheted shawl that she’d had draped around her shoulders earlier.

Kicking open the door he gasped, stood, barefoot and dressed in only a silky strappy slip that clung to her body. A faint light broke the darkness, bleeding under the room from the en suite, and it silhouetted her from behind. With the light and from this angle he could tell that it was all she was wearing, and it drove him completely nuts.

                “Kate...” He could barely form an audible sound his mouth was so dry. The corners of her mouth lifting into a smile were the only signs that she’d noticed his lack of composure.

                “You took your time; I thought you’d got lost.”

The wicked minx! Was all he could think as he tried to formulate a response, “there were a lot of doors to check...and there was no chance of me getting lost!” He held up his arms filled with her possessions before dumping them on the floor.

The smile was back and it was laced with promise, expectancy, and immediately reignited those fires in his body. She’d promised revenge and it seemed that she had to do very little to rip him into pieces. 

                “So what have you planned for me?” he asked trying his best to appear nonchalant, leaning against the still open door frame.

                “Well,” she took a step towards him, “firstly, close the door...and lock it! We’ve been disturbed enough.”

Mason mock saluted before doing as she asked. When he finally turned back to face her, she’d stepped closer to him, and he struggled to breath. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, partly covering her face, the pale silk babydoll slip skimming over her flesh was almost luminous in the partial light. As she stepped towards him, Mason had a feeling he was about to experience death by sensory overload.

Kate had wondered if her bravado would leave her, this was by far the most outrageous thing she’d planned. The one night stand back at the wedding was different because she’d honestly thought she’d never see Mason again. She could play the part of the siren with no consequence. Now, this was different.  But the hunger in his eyes, the way she could tell he was fighting to stay in control all boosted her, all told her that this was working.

When Mason took that fatal step toward her, she held up a hand and shook her head, “no. Take off your clothes!”

His eyes widened at her request, “really?”

She nodded, she so wanted to see that body again, hard, strong, jus perfect. And him out of clothes brought him down to her level, evened the playing field. Leaning against the bedpost, twirling a lock of her hair absentmindedly, she watched as first his sweater came over his head, after that the plain white t-shirt. After each item of clothing, he glanced at her with a questioning look. Each time she’d give a slight incline of her head and he’d proceed to the next item. Socks were followed by jeans, until he slid his thumbs under the waist band of his figure hugging dark shorts. Smiling at her wickedly he raised an eyebrow. Kate gulped, trying to ease her dry throat, then nodded.

His eyes didn’t leave hers as he bent, sliding the shorts over his hips, thighs, and then down his legs. As he slowly uncoiled back to his full six foot plus, she felt her chest tighten. Standing there completely naked, enormously aroused, he had no inhibitions, no embarrassment. If anything, his eyes challenged her to look at him. Taking a deep breath, drawing on every ounce of courage, she walked towards him.

This was her time, her chance to study him, touch him, enjoy him, and if that took courage, she’d find it somewhere. Splaying her fingers, she spread her palms over his chest, loving the feel of the hard muscle, the slight quiver as she touched him. The hair that circled his nipples and trailed down to his waist was soft, her fingers scuffed at it and it brought a moan from his drawn lips. His nipples were hard bullets against her palms, his excitement and arousal evident in every inch of him.

Mason tried to reach for her, to pull her into his hard body, but she smacked his hands away. This was her seduction, not his. Moving around her, she ran her fingers over his shoulder blades, the hard grooved muscles of his spine, then across his pert and well toned buttocks. She sniggered at the fact that despite the low lighting, the fact that they were paler than the rest of him was evident. No naked sun worshipping for Mason Fitzgerald.

Dragging her nails up the rear of his thighs, from knee to the line at the base of his buttocks was more than he could take. Spinning around he mashed his lips over hers, dragging her against him. Tongues meeting, fighting as Kate struggled to remain in control.  But as his lips dropped to her shoulder nipping gently, she felt all resolve ebb away. Scooping her up into his arms, he moved to the bed in three large strides.

                “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known, but there’s only so much a man can take!” With that he released her legs, allowing her body to slither down to his body until her feet found the floor. Then his own broad hands snuck under the hem of the skimpy nightie, lifting the light fabric as they slid over her hips, the curve of her waist, then ribs to her shoulders.

He gave her an appreciative look that set her on fire as he lifted the scrap over her head and tossed it away. Mason’s eyes were wide, his lips parted as he moaned softly, taking in her perfect naked form. It was fashionable to be waif-like, but somewhere Kate knew she’d failed that trend. But as his hands circled her ribs, and once again ran over her contours, she knew that he loved her curves.

With a slight nudge she felt the mattress dig into the back of her legs and fell rather inelegantly onto the bed. Using her hands, she shifted herself up towards the pillow at the same time he crawled onto the bed and followed her in a stalker fashion, growling with each pace.

Kate giggled as he reached one foot, but that became a gasp as he nipped her big toe with his teeth. She could just see the whites of his eyes peering from down near her feet as his tongue swirled around her ankle, calf; the action being mirrored on the opposite side by long light fingers.

With each inch Mason climbed, she writhed more, heat, coursing through her body at the sheer delight he was causing. She’d never known the inside of her knee could be so...erogenous. She was squirming, her body open and bare for him and she felt no shame, no guilt...just pure, unadulterated pleasure.

When he found his goal and buried his face into her, she thought she would physically explode; instead she experienced the most tremendously powerful climax. And as her body still convulsed in the aftermath, he dragged himself up and into her, joining her at that exclusive place within moments.

Mason held her close all night, barely sleeping, loving the sensation of her soft sleepy breath rate against his shoulder. He’d never known a woman ignite him so furiously before, and whilst he’d never been an overly selfish lover prior to her, he’d never wanted to give a woman pleasure the way he wanted to with her. Each time she moaned, or her body contracted with pleasure he was pushed a step closer to his own climax. It was intense, amazing and highly addictive. Now they’d come this far he had no intention of losing her.

Kate woke several times, and on each occasion she found Mason ready and able to repeat the evening’s pleasures. But this time when she opened her eyes, she could feel the chill that meant she was alone. Light was trying to stream around the heavy drapes, but only managed to throw a murky glaze into the suddenly cold room.

Pulling the blankets she was just about to bury her face in the warmth of the pillows when the door opened a jar. She could hear the hustle and bustle of the house and realised that everyone was awake, apparently.

Groaning she stretched, loving the bruises and tender spots all over her body, then glanced back to the door. Mason was sliding into the room, trying in vain to be discreet.

When he turned towards her, she smiled, “I thought you’d run off!”

He laughed in a rather hushed fashion, “that’s your game! No I’ve just assured the women to go off to the hunt and leave us. Peter was going to go, but he’s changed his mind.”

Kate hated the way she automatically groaned in response to that addition, but she knew Peter too well, “we can’t just leave him, he’ll do something stupid...”

Mason shook his head, “the doors are locked, Clarissa assures me he’ll be busy with some ‘stuff’ or something for at least a couple of hours. So you’re off the hook!”

With that Mason, relocked the bedroom door. He was wearing a t-shirt and cotton joggers, as close as he got to pyjamas, and his hair was tousled from bed. Lifting the duvet, he slipped in next to her, and was rewarded by her crossing the bed and into his arms instantly. With a sigh of relief, he really didn’t know which Kate he was coming back to; he kissed the top of her head as her hands reached under his t-shirt.  Rolling over her, he devoured her mouth with the passion and hunger he could only associate with her.

A lot later, they lay entwined, neither eager to burst the bubble of perfection that this room represented.  For large portions of the last twelve hours, Mason had been unaware of where he ended and she began. They were a perfect match, Yin and Yan.

                “Kate!”

Peter’s shout broke their spell. Immediately Mason felt her stiffen in his arms.

                “KA-tie!”

Mason leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Ignore him!”

Kate shook her head, “I can’t!” Pulling herself to her feet, she found a cotton shirt and buttoned it over her nakedness, along with a pair of jeans.

Mason was half sat in bed and again pleaded with her, “he’s fine, he’s just attention seeking. Kate!” She was moving towards the door before she seemed to hear his words.

Slowly turning around Kate shook her head, “he’s like a child Mason, he needs reassurance. You need to have a bit more tolerance!” The words were snapped out and she was out the door before he had time to react...and he was furious.

Kate dashed downstairs, the continual every five second shout of her name leading her to the lounge. She was amazed that his voice had carried that far, but wouldn’t have put it past Peter coming closer to her room to call her.

But she was wrong. Peter was sat cross legged on the lounge floor, a mass of screws, metal and tools scattered around him.

                “It works!” he breathed, looking up at her in wonder. In front of him was an intricate arrangement of metal, wires and screws. “I can make it move by sound! Look!”

And sure enough, at the simple commands of ‘up’, ‘down’, ‘squeeze’ and ‘stop’, he could make what Kate now realised was a mechanical arm, follow orders.  It was absolutely amazing. She knew he’d been working on something like this, but had no real idea that he was so talented. Beaming like a proud mother, she ruffled his hair.

                “That’s absolutely brilliant.” Trying a hug, she eventually had to give up; he was too engrossed in his creation to appreciate it. “I’m so proud!”

Suddenly his head snapped up and he gave her a dazzling smile, “when Mike sees this he’ll let me leave home, and then we can...”

She knew where this was going, and the ‘W’ word was about to make yet another appearance. She had to nip it in the bud. Holding his hand she smiled again, “let’s just wait and see what Mike and your other tutors say, ok? I bet they’re MORE impressed than me!”

It was a good topic change, and he was soon back to modifying the delicate robotics, she left him to it, after promising him a walk in the park later that day.

Kate was heavy hearted as she climbed the stairs. She had thought Mason was special, but she couldn’t quite get over that lack of compassion that he’d displayed over Peter. Whatever Peter was, he was immature and naive these days, and she knew he found things confusing, just functioning on a day-to-day basis.

Mason was half asleep when she walked in, and he struggled to open an eye to acknowledge her presence. She knew he was angry, but she was annoyed too.

                “So what wondrous piece of news did he need to share with you?”

His voice oozed with sarcasm and Kate was furious. “He actually has finally proved that the theory of mechanics and electronics he’s been working on in his college for months has worked. Something special Mason.”

He opened his eyes, “will there ever be a time that he doesn’t come first?”

Kate shook her head, “forgive me if I start to think that all males have a regressive age! You’re as bad as him. What do several sexual encounters make you the demanding spoilt teenager does it?”

He scowled a response, “I just thought that it’d take a little more than a shout from him to drag you from my bed.”

Pulling off her clothes and dressing properly, she finally turned to him, “I’m not childish enough to walk away screaming at you, but I will say, that if you want to be a permanent fixture in my life, then you have to get used to Peter. Because he’ll always be there in some capacity.”

With that she let the room, leaving Mason speechless.